Lyrics:
act brave
Im in love wit my bitch so dees hoes I can’t save
I been whooping they ass like these niggas my slaves
Like these niggas my sons
Fell in
whooping my ass
So I'm doing my best
But I been waiting for the
Fall through spring to end
Yeah I been waiting all year
For the perfect time
Honey girl this
to get stretched whooping kids except he's just a kid nonsense can't touch me what my mom says
The truth is I'm fine with that mommy I'm upset
Now its me
Remember skinny dipping with them
Girls back in Georgia (back in Georgia)
Remember all them ass whoopings
By my older brother (my older brother)
To stomp yo ass
Or give yo ass a Fendi whooping
Fuck around and flunk yo ass
When you down, they ho you, when you up
The bitches love yo ass any altercation
reach/cuz you dumb bitch got tired of
Those lessons that
Take place with an
Ass whooping/I mean
A fist to the
Face/you keep saying
You gonna shoot me go
them down right
('Bout my future plans)
Told myself to be myself even after whoopings from that belt
But I didn't know how that leather would hit
back
Dump mags
cnd inflict pain
The medics couldn't pick em up
Couldn't do a thang
Gang whooping on the opps
Like we Pootie tang
Wake up
cnother
the sounds of whooping
Santa brought us some porn with pooping
Down the chimney falls (ho-ho-ho!)
Yellow snow, yellow snow, yellow snow
When we finally
Momma told me watch
How niggas a do ya
I kept my distance
Wouldn’t let ‘em get close
Past days
Whooping niggas at cedar
She actin conceited
I don’t
1 of avoided whoopings: Mama's
Still got 'em some parents
when coach
Thought I couldn't
Made my first five at sixteen off of jugging
Baby really bad
I told her that she need a whooping
Then she threw the neck
Whoopings from my moms made home rough
If you fucked with my man then you got touched
The Bethea’s held me down, I love that bunch
Since the early days my
just can't be fucked with
Yo bitch wanna touch this
Whooping on a pussy like we playing some injustice
All Nike on I step out clean
When I shoot my shot
Getting ass whoopings for staying up late
Before my first date
Family Game Night was usually Saturday
And we were blessed to see christmas gifts by
and you ain't learned your damn lesson yet
I'm not the one, fool that's a safe bet
Don't get upset and catch a whooping that you won't forget
We don't get
the bag bitch
Thank God we made it, out the trap bitch
Dumping bricks whooping shit. You on my hit list
Fuck a nigga and his dick, I need a brick bitch
This ass whooping take that
You ass kissing
I am just here stating some facts with good reason
And they don't want to play with that so good riddance
I
To keep on, keeping on
And on and on
Gotta keep on
Keeping, keeping
Hiram finally grew tired
Of whooping son
So he retired and sent
Jim off in the sun
So
always been dysfunctional
Momma gave us whoopings so step-father wouldn't use a board
Never knew a man who'd treat his lady like a beauty queen
Much less
cutting your wrist
And I'm whooping that ass after plucking a switch
This homicide ain't a guess who kuz you know who's the perpetrator
I'll do it again
first name Shaquille
We was getting money by making a play
And whooping on niggas if they tryn play
You ain't got bread I don't know what to say
You lucky
to much just like a bitch
I know niggas who hate me just cause i'm legit
Double R on my mind trying to get really rich
Like i'm whooping my gun i'm a give
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